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Описание со страницы видео: Tribal Industrial Metal × Ethereal Trance × Organic Folk Percussion × Prairie Ambient blend into a warm late-summer song about change, memory, and the first falling leaves.

At the edge of the prairie, the first falling leaf tells her what the warm wind already knows: summer is beginning to turn. She asks it to stay a little longer, but remembers that nature cannot be loved by holding it still. As green shifts toward gold, she walks with the season instead of against it. Deep beyond the grove, something ancient seems to stir—only for a moment, and without revealing what it is.

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Lyrics:


Warm grass against my feet
Sunlight caught between the trees
Summer humming low and slow
Like it never means to go

Then something turns above my head
Green becoming copper-red
One small shadow crossing gold
A little whisper of the cold


I walk where prairie meets the wood
Where every season leaves its mark
The cicadas still are singing
But they finish before dark

There is sunlight on my shoulders
There is dust between my toes
Everything still feels like summer
Still the western wind knows

One leaf turning
One leaf free
Spinning from the oldest tree

I hold my hand beneath it
But the wind says let it be


Not yet, not yet
The earth is warm
Not yet, not yet
The sky still burns

But somewhere underneath the green
The wheel has already turned


First leaf falling
Stay a little longer
Golden evening
Hold me a little warmer

Summer, look back
Before you cross the hill
The grass is dancing
The river's shining still

First leaf falling
I hear what you mean
Gold is already hiding
Somewhere inside the green

So stay a little longer
But if you have to go
I'll walk beside the season
Wherever the wild wind blows


I know better than to bind you
I know better than to plead
Nothing living stays by standing
Nothing grows by staying seed

Still I run beneath the branches
Just to feel the daylight there
Catch the warmth against my scales
And feathers lifting in the air

A hawk turns slowly overhead
The prairie bends as one
And all the leaves are green below
Except that single one

Maybe endings don't arrive
With thunder in the sky

Maybe change begins so softly
You can miss it passing by


Not yet, not yet
The flowers stay
Not yet, not yet
The insects play

But something old beyond the grove
Has listened all the day


First leaf falling
Stay a little longer
Golden evening
Hold me a little warmer

Summer, look back
Before you cross the hill
The grass is dancing
The river's shining still

First leaf falling
I hear what you mean
Gold is already hiding
Somewhere inside the green

So stay a little longer
But if you have to go
I'll walk beside the season
Wherever the wild wind blows


The wind goes quiet

For one breath
Only one

Birdsong disappears
Beneath the setting sun

Something moves beyond the trees
Too far away to see
And something deep beneath my feet
Answers silently

Not a warning
Not a call

Just a rhythm
Deep and slow

Like the land remembers something
I don't yet need to know

Then the branches breathe again
And amber crosses blue

I smile and let the leaf fall

The prairie tells the truth


Walk with the wind
Walk with the sun
Nothing is ending
Everything turns

Green into gold
Warm into cold
What leaves the hand
The earth will hold

Walk with the wind
Walk with the sun
The season is changing
But summer's not done


First leaf falling
Stay a little longer
Golden evening
Make this heartbeat stronger

Summer, look back
One more time across the hill
The grass is glowing
And I am glowing still

First leaf falling
Now I understand
I don't have to hold the season
Just to hold its hand

Stay a little longer
Then go when you must go
I'll follow every rhythm
The living earth will show

First leaf falling
Soft against the ground

And somewhere past the old grove

Something turns around


Warm grass
Amber sky

One leaf falls
One bird flies

Summer breathes
The daylight slows

The wind knows

Before we do.